The way your hair hangs down it hides away your face,For you it's perfect, but it seems like such a waste.And when I see you sliding past I make my plans,And then my plans slip through my fingers just like sand.I wish that life could be just like a photograph,One moment captured as you laugh your perfect laugh.But that's a daydream, things could never be so right,There's so much more to think about than black and white.